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 Busted by daughter - intro - part 2 (Ff)
   (Continuing the actual stories from the daughter in 'Busted by daughter'
fantasy story.  She has agreed to let you read her story.)
   I masturbate in bed thinking of Dad while he's away and I try to imagine
his cock going inside me.  I have great orgasms like that.
   There was one time when I was just finishing.  I was moaning a lot when
my Mum came into my room.  She said she heard me moaning and thought I was
crying and missing my Dad.  When she came in, my nightie was around my hips
and my panties were on the chair.  My hand was between my open thighs and
she knew instantly what I was doing.  There was a very awkward silence as
she stared at my face then down to my legs.  She then shook her head,
smiled and 'tutted'.  She said for me to be a little quieter next time as
my Dad might hear me and come in if he was home.  Little did she realise
that it was the thought of him that had excited me.
   I had the obligatory 'Talk' the next day when I came home from school.
She asked me things like 'did I do it often?' and 'had I been with a boy
yet?'.  We spoke about Dad and she started to tear up in her eyes as we
agreed that we missed him being away.  We ended up with a lovely hug and
she kissed me.  She said that it was OK to enjoy myself as she used to do
it when she was my age so she understood.
   When I went up to bed that night, I had a shower and put my nightie on
and lay on top of the bed.  I started to think about Dad and I started
feeling excited again.  I began to masturbate but this time I tried to be
quieter.
   I was about half-way through when the door opened and Mum came in.  She
looked at me and said she thought I would like a night drink (she'd never
done that before!).  I closed my legs quickly and pulled my nightie down.
She sat on the bed, put the drink down and put her hand on my thigh.
   She said, "It's OK.  Don't let me stop you.  I know how strong those
feelings can be.  I fully understand, we are both lonely and it does give
you some relief.  I've even been doing it myself lately, with Dad away, so
don't be embarrassed."
   Embarrassed, I was mortified !!!
   As she was talking, she was stroking my thigh and I was staring at her
face then looking down at her hand.  She would give a stroke then a little
squeeze.  What shook me was that I could see that she was trembling and her
hand was shaking.  Her face was scarlet red and I became confused.
   Here was my comfortable Mum doing something totally alien to me.  As her
hand went higher along my thigh, she coughed.
   "You have good muscles in your legs and your skin is very soft, I wish
my legs were like yours but I suppose they were when I was your age," she
said, smiling.
   I had a very loud buzzing in my head and could hardly hear what she was
saying.  My eyes were locked on to her trembling hand which was moving very
slowly up and down my thigh, gradually inching higher.  We were staring at
each other.  When her fingers pushed the hem of my nightie up and touched
the top of my thigh, she suddenly jumped up.
   "Oh, my dear God!  I'm so sorry," she stammered.
   She started crying and ran out of the room and I heard her bedroom door
slam.  I got up and went to her door.  When I heard her sobbing, I was too
scared to go in so I went back to my room.
   The next day was very tense to say the least, but things gradually eased
up towards the evening.  I can tell you that I am looking at my Mum in a
very different light from then on.
   Before I really start again, I must tell you that Mum and I had a very
long talk, two days after THAT incident.  There were tears from her and
some from me.  We talked for about three hours about what happened, which
drifted into other subjects.
   When we were talking about her coming into my bedroom, that was when she
cried.  She told me that the first time she came in and saw me
masturbating, she was so shaken with surprise.  But when she went out, she
became very excited sexually, and she didn't know why.
   She told me that, as the next day went on, she couldn't get the sight of
me lying spreadeagled on the bed out of her mind and the sexual feelings
became stronger.  So much so that she went to bed and masturbated to a very
strong orgasm that night, something she had not done for years as she and
Dad have a wonderful sex life (and she is telling ME!!  Wow!!)
   She was very quick to assure me that she had never had any sexual
experiences with another woman, and had always thought it somewhat
distasteful.  Until this time, I suppose, when she was missing Dad and
feeling the bed very large and empty.
   She told me that she had gone to the supermarket.  When she got back
into the car, those naughty thoughts came back as her butt slid over the
car seat.  She had a strong orgasm there and then and was unable to drive
for something like twenty minutes.  She was just sitting there until her
body settled down, but she was still shaking when she was driving home.
   She said that she couldn't get rid of the strong sexual feelings.  When
I went to bed, she deliberately waited until she thought I might be
masturbating (and it was here that the tears REALLY started).  Then, the
only reason she could think of to get into my bedroom was to make a night
drink and bring it up to me.  She said that, outside my door, she had to
control herself enough to appear calm.  When she saw me with my nightie
around my waist and my legs spread, she somehow lost control.  This led to
her wanting to stroke my thigh and, when she felt my skin, that was when
the mental battle started.  She told me (between lots of tears) that she
wanted to touch between my legs and on my pussy.
   I was in shock listening to all this, but my heart went out to her when
she started really crying and asking me to forgive her.  She said that she
loved me so much and would never think of hurting me or shaming me.
   I really didn't know what to do.  All I did was hug her to me and kiss
her until the tears stopped and we stood there clinging to each other.  I
could feel her trembling against me.  There was a silence as we held each
other.  Then, in some sort of immature panicky thinking about what to say,
and trying to be Little Miss Calm and Collected, I blurted out that I loved
her very much.  If she wanted to be with me when I did it, she could and I
wouldn't mind.  I have no idea where that came from, I can tell you.  I
know that, for that moment, we both went into shock.
   Her reaction was instant and her head snapped back and she stared at me
with wide teary eyes.  I was thinking, 'Oh my God, what have I said.' I
think I wanted to die.  I was just about to say I was sorry for saying such
a thing, when she said, very quietly, "You would do that for me?"
   Well, all words left me and the only stupid thing I could do was to nod
my head.
   There was a tremendous silence for what seemed like ages, then she
hugged me and said, "Dear girl, I love you so much for being so
understanding, but we couldn't really do that.  It would not be proper at
all."
   I just said, "Well, I love you too, Mum, and it hurts me to see you so
upset."
   From there came an awkward stilted change of subject and gradually we
stopped talking and made some tea.
   That night, when I said I was going up to bed, she did something again
that she had not done since I was very young, she kissed me as she said
goodnight.  She stared into my eyes then went into the kitchen.
   I showered and slipped on my nightie and got into bed with a mind that
was whirling with so many emotions.  The thought of masturbating was out of
my mind and all I could think about was what had gone on earlier.  It must
have been about twenty minutes later that there was a tap on the door and
Mum came in with a silly smile on her face.  She had a night drink in her
hand.
   When she saw that I was in bed she just said, "Oh, I um didn't know if
you would like a night drink."
   Her face was red and I just moved over and patted the bed.  She sat
down, reached over and took hold of my hand.
   (more to follow, I hope!)
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Dad and Jennifer's stories - part 2